Your brother had always been protective of you, so protective that when he had to go to South America for his medical studies, he had Jax watch over you.

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You were helping your brother pack his bags. You saw a familiar Ashton Martin pull into the driveway; it belonged to Jax, your brother’s best friend.

Following Jax’s arrival came a moving truck carrying his belongings into the house.

“What’s he doing here” you said.

“I’m moving in” he said with a small smirk.